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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.