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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Japan to the rap 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.