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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.