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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.