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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.