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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
the Association,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.