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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.