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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.