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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.