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 Italy and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.