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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.