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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.