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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.