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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Scion,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.