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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.