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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Brick,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.