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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
AZ,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.