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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.