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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.