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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.