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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Can,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.