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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.