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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.