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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.