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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.