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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.