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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.