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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
X-102,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.