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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.