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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.