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 France and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Faust,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.