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 Qatar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.