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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.