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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.