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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Monks,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.