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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order 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?
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.