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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Aswad,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.