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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.