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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
DNA,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.