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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.