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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.