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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 harpsichord 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.