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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.