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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.