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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.