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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.