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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.