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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.