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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.