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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.