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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.