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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.