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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Yellowson 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.