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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
UT,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.