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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.