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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.