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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.