Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.