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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Nas,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
X-102,
The Litter,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.