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 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oneida to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.