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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.