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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.