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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.