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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.