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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
Magma,
ABC,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.