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 North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.