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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.