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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.