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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
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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.