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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.