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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.