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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.