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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Neu!,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.