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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.