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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.