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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
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.