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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.