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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.