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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.