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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.