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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.