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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.