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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.