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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.