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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.