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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.