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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.