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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.