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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.