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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.