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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Cure,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.