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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
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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.