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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.