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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.