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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.