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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.