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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Crime to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.