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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Pet Shop Boys 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.