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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.