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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Q65,
UT,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.