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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.