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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.