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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.