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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Fear,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Brick,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.