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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.