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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.