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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.