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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.