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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.