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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Lalann,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.