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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.