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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.