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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
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 The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.