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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Index to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.