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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.