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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.