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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.