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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.