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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.