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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
UT,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.