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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
UT,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.