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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Fear,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.