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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.