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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
CMW,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.