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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.