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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.