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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Roxette,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.