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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Organ,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.