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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.