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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Magma,
ABC,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.