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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.