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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.