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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.