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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.