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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.