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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Patti Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.