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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.