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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
The Index,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.