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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.