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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Technova,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.