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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.