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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Fall,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.