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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Monks,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.