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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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?
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
UT,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.