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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.