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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.