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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.