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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.