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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
X-101,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.