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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Nico,
PIL,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.