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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Martian to the rock 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Visage,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.