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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.