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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.