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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.