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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Mars,
JFA,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Television,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.