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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.