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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.