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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.