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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.