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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.