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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.