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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.