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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.