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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.