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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.