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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.