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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Q65,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.