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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.