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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.