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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.