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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Slave,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.