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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.