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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.