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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Wings,
The Names,
The Wake,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.