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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.