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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.