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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.