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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.