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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.