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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 The Monks to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.