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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.