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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.