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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Liliput,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.