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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.