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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.