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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.