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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.