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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.