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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
June Days,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.