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 New Zealand 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
X-101,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.