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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.