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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Leaves 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.