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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.