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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.