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 Portugal 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the rock 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.