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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.