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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
UT,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.