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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
ABBA,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.