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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Television,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.