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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.