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 Serbia and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
UT,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.