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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.