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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
The Sound,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.