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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.