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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.