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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
The Fugs,
Television,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.