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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Pole,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.