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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.