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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Interpol to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.