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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.