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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.