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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.