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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
The Sound,
Roxette,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.