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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.