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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.