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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.