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 Kazakhstan 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.