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 Belarus 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
The Litter,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.