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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Section 25 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.