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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
The Residents,
Oneida,
the Association,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.