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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.