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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Nico,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.