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 Georgia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.