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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.