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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.