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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.