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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.