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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.