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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Model 500,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.