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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.