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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.