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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.