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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.