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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Inner City,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.