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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.