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 Mauritius and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Crime,
Cluster,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.