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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
The Litter,
Smog,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.