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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.