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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.