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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.