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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.