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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Nas,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.