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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.