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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.