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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Television,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.