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 Japan 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.