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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.