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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.