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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.