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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.