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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.