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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.