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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.