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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The Wake,
Brick,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.