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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.