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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.