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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.