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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Move,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.