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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
MC5,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.