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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.