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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.