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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.