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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Can,
UT,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.