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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Lalann,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.