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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.