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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.