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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.