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 Iraq and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.