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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.