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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.