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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.