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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.