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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Motorama,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.