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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
June Days,
Nico,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.