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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.