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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
10cc,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.