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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.