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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Can,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.