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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.