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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.