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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.