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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dirtbombs 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Deakin,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.