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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.