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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.