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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.