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 Iran 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.