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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.