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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.