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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.