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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk 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 grunge 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.