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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.