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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.