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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.