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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.