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 Sweden 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.