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 Japan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.