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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.