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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.