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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.