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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.