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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Gong,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.