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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.