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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.