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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.