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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the electroclash 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.