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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.