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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.