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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.