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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
CMW,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.