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 Guinea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.