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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.