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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.