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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.