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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.