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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.