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 Montenegro 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.