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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.