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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.