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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.