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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Nas,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.