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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.