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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Zapp,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.