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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.