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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.