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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.