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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Japan,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.