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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Can to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.