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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.