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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.