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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.