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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.