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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Bad Manners,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.