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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
Swans,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.