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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.