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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.