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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.