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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.