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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.