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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.