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 Burundi and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.