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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.