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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.