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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Monks to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
UT,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.