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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.