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 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Wings,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.