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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.