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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.