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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
10cc,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.