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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
The Martian,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.