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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.