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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.