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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.