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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.