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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.