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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.