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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.