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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.