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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.