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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Nas,
Scientists,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.