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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.