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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.