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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.