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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.