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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Monks,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.