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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Magma to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.