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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.