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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.