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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.