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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Monks,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Index,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
UT,
X-101,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.