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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.