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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.