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 Nigeria 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.