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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.