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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.