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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 ABBA to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.