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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.