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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.