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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.