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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.