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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.