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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.