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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Magma,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.