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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.