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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.