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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.