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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.