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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Magazine,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.