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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
the Normal,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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.