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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.