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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.