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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.