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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Suicide,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.