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 Libya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.