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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.