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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
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Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
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.