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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.