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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.