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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.