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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.