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 Burundi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.