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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.