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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.