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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.