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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.