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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.