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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.