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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Television,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.