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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Moebius,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.