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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
AZ,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.