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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.