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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.