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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.