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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.