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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.