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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.