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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.