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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.