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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Fear,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.