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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
AZ,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.