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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.