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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.