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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.