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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.