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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Japan,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.