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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.