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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.