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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.