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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.