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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.