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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.