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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.