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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.