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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.