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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Organ to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.