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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.