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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Lalann,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.