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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.