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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
New Order,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.