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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.