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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.