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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.