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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.