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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.