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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Monks,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
X-101,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.