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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.