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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.