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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.