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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.