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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Oneida,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.