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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Qualms,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Wire,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
The Move,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.