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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.