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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Chrome,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.