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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Monks,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.