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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.