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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.