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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.