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 Mexico 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.