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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.