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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.