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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Mars,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.