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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.