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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.