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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.