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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.