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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.