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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Gong,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.