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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.