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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.