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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.