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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.