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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.