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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.