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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.