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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.