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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.