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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
UT,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.