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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.