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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
MDC,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.