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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.