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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Pole,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.