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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.