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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.