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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.