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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.