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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.