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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.