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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.