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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Interpol to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.