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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.