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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.