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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.