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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.