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 Turkmenistan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.