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 London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.