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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.