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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Index,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.