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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.