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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Q65,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.