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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.