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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.