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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.