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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
cv313,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.