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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.