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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.