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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.