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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.