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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.