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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.