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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Can,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
The Index,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.