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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.