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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.