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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.